“I and your Daddy together.”
He lay so quietly in her arms that she thought his questions were at an end. She did not take up her work, but sat smiling with dreamy eyes, humming and resting her chin on his curly head. He clambered down from her knee, satisfied and laughing, “Ask him again—you and Daddy together.”
Just then Barrington entered. “What’s Daddy to ask for now?” Then, “Why Nancy, tears in your eyes! What’s Peter been doing?”
She held her husband very closely, looking shy and happy. “He’s been asking for the thing we’ve prayed for.”
“Eh! What’s that?”
“A baby.”
“A baby? Funny little beggar! Extraordinary!”
“And sweet!” whispered Nan.
“Come here, young fellow.” His father was solemn, but his eyes were laughing. He held Peter between his knees, so their faces nearly met. “If your mother asks God for a baby sister, will you always be good to her—the truliest, goodest little brother in the world?”
And Peter nodded emphatically. His father shook his chubby hand, sealing the bargain.